Sit down, chill out, and have a slice of cake!

I really don’t understand why people feel the need to say that they “suck at drawing.”

I understand that some people weren’t born with the creative part of the brain. I also understand that some people just give up too easily. But this phrase has confused me for a very long time… Were they expecting to be instantly better at drawing than someone who’s been practicing for years? I started out drawing things that hardly even looked like shapes, for Pete’s sake!

I have a proposition for you, whoever is reading. Instead of instantly giving up at the sight of someone else’s success… Give it a shot yourself. You’ll never know if you can draw unless you tryto draw! If you need to, start from the bottom! In fact, I helped myself learn how to draw by tracing things over and over again until I decided to take my guide out from underneath my paper.

Santa is my favorite thing about Christmas. Even though some would consider me WAY too old to believe in him, I just can’t stop loving him! When you’re the embodiment of joy and selfless giving, you deserve a LOT of respect! This is why I always get excited about looking over and seeing Santa at the mall. Even though I just wave at him now, I still see him every time. I guess it’s my belief and love in Santa that I’ve always considered myself to be one of Santa’s elves. I became a full on elf since the time that I made my mom buy me a Hannah Montana guitar so that I could be a secret Santa to a little girl that I didn’t even know. One of my favorite times of the year is the week of school before Christmas break. People bring in presents for their friends or the teachers. I usually bring my friends some little things that they can play with (like slinkies last year and lanyards this year) and bring the teachers a box full of homemade stuff (oatmeal cookies and pumpkin raisin bread this year). I just love the look of surprise on someone’s face when you tell them, “Yes! That’s for you!”

As a junior, the freshmen here at school would probably laugh if they heard that I still believe in Santa. I can’t help it, though! I’ve always been a fan of mysterious characters, but Santa is mysterious only in his appearance. We don’t really know if he wears a red suit. But at the same time, we DO know that he wears a red suit. If we know Santa as the red clad giver of joy, then let him wear red! If we know Santa as wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt, then let him wear that! It doesn’t matter if they have a big, white beard or not. If someone gives a gift out of the goodness of their heart, then, by default, they are Santa.

As I’m typing this, my group members for a project that we just presented are placing our holiday decoration outside. We literally JUST avoided disaster. The project was about the electromagnetic spectrum, lights, and music. The class period before this one, my group member came to ask me if I had her flash drive with our presentation on it. She had left it near me yesterday, and expected me to know it was there without telling me. Therefore, today, we had to quickly edit our power point and hope no one noticed. Personally, I think that they did notice. In fact, we were the only group to get more than one question about our project. It could have been worse, though. You win some, you lose some… literally.

Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail?

I am not very well known for being the bravest in most situations. However, when I know that I am the only one who can either do something, or motivate someone else to do something, I’m one of the bravest people that I know. Linking back to the prompt, I have actually saved someone’s life. More specifically, my former best friend’s bunny, Easter.

Easter was a really grumpy bunny before the incident. She would bite anyone who tried to pick her up, and hid any time anyone thought to come near. I don’t think she liked anyone who lived at my friend’s house, and probably with good reason. The house was full of 7ish-year-olds. They were mean little buggers. The house was also full of dogs. There was one dog that lived inside, and 3 that stayed outside. The three outside dogs had a habit of getting loose, running around, and getting into trouble. One day, Easter had escaped and my friend and I were tracking her down (not to brag, but I am an expert bunny catcher :o) ). Easter was hiding under a broken down car in the neighbor’s back yard when I heard my friend’s grandpa yell for the dogs to come back. The dogs came right for us, probably looking to play, and turned instantly toward where the bunny was hiding. Jake, the leader of the dogs, got under the car, and the bunny bolted off. My friend was freaking out, and I was the only one fast enough to reach where the dogs had cornered the bunny against a fence. I couldn’t leave it there even if it was mean. I shoved the dogs away, and grabbed the bunny. I held onto Easter as the dogs were taken and put back in the pen. They jumped at me a few times to get the bunny back down, but I didn’t let them take her.
From the moment I saved her life, Easter became a changed bunny. She became the sweetest thing, and would always let me pet her. That was the most fulfilling moment of my life. I can’t even express how proud I was after I saved a life.

People are afraid of all kinds of things: spiders, the dark, or being enclosed in small spaces. Tell us about your greatest fear — rational or irrational.

I have three main fears.

The first one is being deserted by everyone I love. This isn’t my biggest fear because I would be able to handle it. I would also be able to understand why, if it ever came to that point in reality.

I am afraid of screaming that I can’t understand. This is kind of ironic because I like listening to some metal bands, with Crown the Empire, Attila, Bullet for my Valentine, Escape the Fate are the ones I listen to the most. Those are great, but they don’t scare me like french screamo… Have you ever heard french screamo? Mon dieu…

My biggest fear took me a while to understand. At first I thought I was afraid of ghosts… then I thought it was a fear of the dark… but now, I know that I am actually afraid of going blind. I remember seeing my brother getting glasses the first time, and I wanted some (I regret that now, haha). Over time, my eyes started getting worse, even though my understanding of what I see is increasing (I can see the slightest difference in color). I really started to realize that I was afraid of being blind when my friend blindfolded me and told me to try to find her. I felt lost, and even though it was a lot brighter than it could have been, it was still pretty dark. I am still really scared of the dark, but now I know that I am just terrified of being blind.

First, the ones I wouldn’t choose and why. I’m really skeptical about the last one. It does say the power to make any two people agree, but does that mean that they understand one another? If I had the power to make any two people agree with each other, does that mean that I can include myself? If I had the power to make any two people really FEEL eachother, then I know that I wouldn’t have arguments with my mom. She doesn’t really understand some things.

I wouldn’t choose the first one, surprisingly. While it would be funny to be able to speak any language and troll my friends, I love the challenge of learning a language. I’ve been trying to teach myself Japanese for a while now, and it is really fun to try to figure out how to put the words together. It is like a puzzle that I can put together and laugh at myself when I get it wrong. Maybe this kind of relationship with language has something to do with the way my mom raised me. When I was little, she taped note cards with words on them to every surface of the house. One day, she moved the cards, and when my bro and I noticed, we started “earning” words by putting them in the right spot. We would have our cards and could make sentences like “The blue cat ate the purple rug.” It was endless fun and it still is today.

The one I would choose is The time travel one, however, it sounds a bit sketchy. This especially since language is mentioned separately. If I could time travel, I would want to do it Doctor Who style. You know… pop right out of the T.A.R.D.I.S and be able to understand the people of the time. If language is included in a nicely packaged deal, then I’m sold straight away! I would love to see the world… I would love to see the world of the past… I would like to see how people walked and talked in the past. I think I would try to stay away from the future, though. I’m not a fan of spoilers as it is, so I wouldn’t like that very much.